My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees. My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze, to laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way, to sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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3133 | 2024-04-09 20:45:03 | 103.39 | 97.8% |
1990 | 2021-01-25 10:51:32 | 83.80 | 96% |